Wednesday, October 19, 2005

An afternoon array of colored paperopens before us on the table. We study the photographs:cranes dance, necks bowed,black and white against the forest.

Making patterns, we fold and fold again,Lines cross the midpoint,still precise fold on fold, symmetrical.

Let the parts of the triangle flatten,refold in upon itself to the secret parts,our fingers find the way,split triangles become legs. We pull edges,and the heads and tails emerge. We fold down the flapping triangle,and our birds have wings. We puff a small breath inside the paper bird,and finally,the cranes unfold before us,a thousand cranes unfold.

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2017 begins with a road-trip clear down to Arizona and Mexico. I'll try to keep the travel blog current with various adventures as we travel south in our loyal Toyota, laptop and camera at the ready! Happy New Year.